Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Nine.

if I was a gift, would you open me?
unwrap my spine, prise apart these ribs
tear off all the cladding
pull apart the padding?

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sarah

On the video, I laugh at the exact same time as you do, but I’m closer to the microphone, so my voice takes over yours, my throaty hoarse ‘ha’ sounds from your lipsticked mouth. Maybe that’s why I think that you’re happier than you’ve been in years.